I'm spelunking in the king's tower
when the thin smoke carves it away

in the square lit markets
they're selling my memories
back to me at a discount rate

the kaleidoscopic gravity
of the palace walls
ink dribbled jewel cases
platform aglow with articulate synergy
the rain tap of falling coins
fresh knives of ice upon the tarp
that guards the goblet of my skull
while it swims.